One early Thursday morning, Raft3r was in a hurry to get to work.
As fate would have it, I was stuck in traffic. Darn it.
When trying to switch lanes, Raft3r finally noticed the cause of traffic. It was an old disabled man sitting in the middle of a major thoroughfare.
Apparently, he could not stand up. He appeared to be in pain.
Vehicles maneuvered around him and tried not to hit the old guy.
Raft3r wanted to get out of the car and help the man cross the street. After all, it was the noble thing to do. But I was also late for work. Boss wouldn’t approve of that.
In the end, selfish motives prevailed.